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Pluto paced on the edge of the tiny river marking her borders and glared down at the white flowers growing between her beautiful rocks. Again. After she’d spent all yesterday weeding. If she wasn’t already mad at Jupiter for cheating when they’d divided up the universe then she would have marched up Olympus or Capitoline or whatever cloud her baby brother had decided to call

Zeus wants a new body. Again. Hera stares at the blinking text message before putting the phone down on her desk to search for the bottle of scotch hidden in the back of the bottom drawer. She doesn’t bother with a glass. It’s barely been five years since he switched to this body but it’s longer than she expected. She stares down at the message